his word sore against his will Still they got ready the wedding-feast, and she was dressed up and decked out as a bride; but as they rode to church, a little bird sat upon a tree and sang,—
"A bit off her heel,
And a bit off her toe;
Katie "Woodencloak's tiny shoe
Is full of blood—that's all I know."
And, sure enough, when they looked to it, the bird told the truth, for blood gushed out of the shoe.
Then all the maids and women who were about the palace had to go up to try on the shoe, but there was none of them whom it would fit at all.
"But where's Katie Woodencloak?" asked the Prince, when all the rest had tried the shoe, for he understood the song of birds very well, and bore in mind what the little bird had said.
"Oh, she! think of that!" said the rest; it's no good her coming forward. "Why, she's legs like a horse."
"Very true, I daresay," said the Prince; "but since all the others have tried, Katie may as well try too."
"Katie!" he bawled out through the door; and Katie came trampling up-stairs, and her wooden cloak clattered as if a whole regiment of dragoons were charging up.
"Now, you must try the shoe on, and be a Princess, you too," said the other maids, and laughed and made game of her.
So Katie took up the shoe, and put her foot into it like nothing, and threw off her wooden cloak; and so there she stood in her gold kirtle, and it shone so that the sunbeams
